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Danny's Dick Part 1 - Too Small
I guess that I could be the poster boy for "Size Does Matter." It's
tough when you're a freshman in high school and you're not developing as
fast as the other guys. Well, maybe that's not completely true. In terms
of height and weight I'd guess that I'm about average. But when it comes
to what's really important to a guy, I'm kind of on the small side -
like my dick is only a little more than 1" long.
Now it's not like I have all these girl friends so that I get a chance
to use it a lot, but it's kind of hard to hide it from the other guys at
school - at least the ones in the same section of gym class. I go to an
older school in the city and the gym is in the basement. Off of one
corner of the gym is the locker room - rows and rows of lockers, with
wooden benches for us to sit on when we are dressing and undressing.
At the opposite corner of the gym are the showers - you go down a
corridor and a half flight of stairs to get to two large rooms with
nothing in them except for rows of shower heads along the walls. If you
keep on going down the stairs for another couple of flights you get to
the swimming pool. So when you're getting into your gym clothes, or in
the showers, or going back to the locker room, the other guys have ample
chance to check out your "equipment." Well, I don't mean that we all
walk around with rulers or anything, recording each other's
measurements, but it's kind of natural to kind of "look someone over"
the first time that you meet them.
I guess that I should also mention that in the pool, they don't want us
to wear swim trunks - supposedly the lint clogs up the filters or some
chicken-shit reason like that. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago Coach
Reichert had us down in the pool and was demonstrating some different
strokes. He asked if anyone knew the backstroke and before I thought, I
stuck up my hand. "OK Danny, jump in and show us", he said. So I jumped
in and swam from one end of the pool to the other. About half way
across, I realized that everyone was looking at me and most of them were
smiling. That's when I realized that my tiny little prick was sticking
up in the air and wobbling back and forth as I stroked across the pool.
Well, if the whole class didn't know what my problem was before, they
sure did now!
Toward the end of the class when we were heading off to the showers and
then the locker room, Coach Reichert motioned me over to him and when I
walked over, he put his arm around my shoulders and gently pulled my
naked body against his and said, "Danny, you had very good form in the
pool today. You should try out for the swim team, and if you ever want
some private instruction, just see me about it." I just mumbled some
thanks and pulled away from him and headed off to the showers. I don't
like being touched by other guys, and especially not by an older guy
that way.
Now, if Erin, my girlfriend, wanted to touch me that way that would be
fine with me. Erin and I have been friends since middle school. We only
live about two blocks apart and sometimes walk to and from school
together. Oh, I don't mean that we're inseparable or anything but we
just enjoy being with each other.
Even though it's small, it's fully functional - like I don't have any
problem jerking off - and I sure do that every chance I get! For awhile
I was hoping that if I jerked off a lot, that it might make it bigger -
but no luck. I've seen some pictures of guys jerking off before - like
the guys are always downloading them on the computers in the school
library. Someone even set one as the computer's wallpaper once so that
whenever you booted up the machine, the background on the monitor was a
picture of a guy jerking off into another guy's mouth. Boy did the
librarian get pissed about that!
But anyway, when those guys do it they're wrapping their whole hand
around their cock and there are still a couple of inches of it sticking
out beyond their hand. When I jerk off, I just have to hold it between
my thumb and forefinger. And even when I stroke it back and forth it
doesn't seem to get any bigger. But it sure does feel good, and as they
say: "Practice Makes Perfect" - so I practice a lot - and daydream about
Erin while I'm doing it!
Looks like one of the other boys in my gym class has taken Coach
Reichert up on his offer of individual attention - or whatever. I've
noticed that Kenny has been excused from participating in the regular
gym classes and instead spends the time in the Coach's office -
providing "administrative support" - or whatever. Now, Kenny and I had
talked a couple of times but we never were what I'd call best friends or
anything. He's an okay kind of guy, a little on the quiet and shy side.
One day as I was leaving the gym, heading for my next class, I glanced
in when I passed Coach Reichert's office and saw Kenny sitting at a desk
next to Coach's and entering some data into a computer and Coach was
bending down next to him and had his arm around Kenny's shoulder. Kenny
didn't seem to be bothered by Coach's attention.
I even checked out those products that guarantee that they'll make your
penis larger. You know the ads: "We Guarantee 4" in 3 Days or Your Money
Back!" One of them was like, this tube that you slipped over your dick
and then some kind of bulb thingie that sucks the air out of the tube -
that looked really gross! I finally ordered one of the products that was
billed as "100% Natural Botanical Cream." When I opened the box I was
kind of disappointed. Seems like for $24.95 plus shipping they could
have sent more than what was about the size of one of those teenie
sample tubes of toothpaste. Anyway, I put over half of the tube on my
cock and balls and rubbed it in real well. HOLY SHIT! It burned! I
washed it off but for a couple of days afterward my whole crotch was all
red and itchy. At home and at school I kept squirming around, trying to
find a position that would reduce the itching. One night my mother told
me that I was making her so nervous with all my "jumping around" that I
should either tell her what was wrong or leave the supper table. Yeah,
sure Mom, I'm going to tell you about how I want this really big cock?
Jesus, I wanted to make my dick bigger, not to burn it off. That was a
waste of money.
And it's not like I have an older brother that I could talk things over
with. I do have an older sister but she's like, 27 years old and lives
on the other side of the state. I really don't think that my parents had
planned on having a second child when Mom got pregnant with me when my
sister was 12 or 13. Both my parents are in their late 50's so there's
almost two generations between us instead of one. So my parents "do
their thing", and I "do my thing", and they leave me pretty much alone.
Dad once made the comment that, "You can do anything you want just as
long as you don't burn the house down or cause a cop to show up on our
doorstep!" Both my folks work and they put in long hours at their jobs,
and go on business trips every couple of weeks. And then to relieve the
pressure from the hours they work, they'll take "weekend getaways"
several times a month. All of which leaves me alone in the house most of
the time - sometimes 2 or 3 days will pass before I even see my parents
and then it's often a short "hello" or "goodbye" as they come home late
at night or rush off to work early in the morning. This doesn't really
bother me all that much. It gives me a lot of privacy and I don't have
to worry about my parents checking up on me or telling me to turn down
the volume on my stereo - you get the idea.
Guess Coach needs more "administrative support" than Kenny can provide
as I see that he's now got Warren working in his office alongside Kenny.
Usually the guys don't bother me about it. Well, they know but they
don't say anything. Except for Joe. Joe's kind of my opposite, like he's
hung like a horse. I'd guess that he's got to be over 6" long, and it's
big around, and his crotch is full of thick, curly black hair and he's
got this big hairy sack that hangs down below his dick. One thing about
Joe - he's not shy about it. After he got out of the shower today, he
ran from the showers, across the gym, to the locker room, naked. All the
time he's yelling like Tarzan and his big cock is flapping back and
forth and his balls are bouncing up and down. Half way across the gym
floor he jumps up on one of the hanging ropes and climbs up, giving his
Tarzan yell, and with his huge dick sticking straight out. Like I said,
NOT SHY.
Anyway, Joe keeps calling me: "Danny weenie, little peenie" and that
really bugs me.
Now outside of gym my problem isn't as obvious but with most of the
guys, their "package" shows through their tight jeans. With me there's
no package to show. It's gotten so that when I get dressed in the
morning I'll usually stuff an extra sock into my Brief shorts to fill
them out a little more. It's not like I want to walk down the halls at
the school with a huge bulge in my crotch - that would be really stupid
- but at the same time I don't want to look completely "empty."
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